Why do I try to love the thorns
when all they do is *****?
Why do I stand and take the pain
knowing my skin's not thick?
Am I cursed or have I asked
to be one amidst chaos?
Is life truly better than this
or do I wish to slay us?
The sides of me, we bicker --
we fight and hate and love
and yet there is no other
to share our inner curve...
You can think or feel many things
but what purpose does it serve?
If hell always follows
then what do I deserve?
Paths are chosen day by day
and it's sad that I believe
in the thorns inside the garden
that only hurt and deceived.

Do we run because we're lonely
or did we choose to forget
all the **** we've both seen --
we felt it bit by bit.
And love is not a word I know --
so I don't know how to say..
I see the shades within you
and I feel mine fade away.
You know not the power --
but yet you're not naive...
so tell me why you're crying
when no one dares to see?
I see your inner hollow...
because I share it too;
so can't it once be possible
to change from black and blue?
Can we both refill it?
Slowly -- within time.
Or are we still just wasting
our memories, hearts, and lines...?